Category: new poetry

Paint Passion, Poetry by Michelle Toussaint

Paint her face,

A portrait of pleasure,

Brush lips,

Slowly against her,

Genre: Sensual Poetry

Paint Passion
by Michelle Toussaint

Paint her face,

A portrait of pleasure,

Brush lips,

Slowly against her,

Spreading colour across closed eyelids,

Each finger stroke,

Leaving impressions on the image of her,

Make her yours,

Infuse meaning with each tender passing,

Of flesh over flesh,

And something more intertwined,

Paint her,

A portrait of passion,

To endure all ages,

On the canvas of your mind.

 

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Ghosts, Poetry by Josh Alex Baker

we are still setting places at the table for ghosts
renting out our hearts as homes
to souls that have long outgrown them

cooking favorite meals and playing favorite songs
in hopes that either one will serve as directions home

Genre: Fantasy, Supernatural

“Ghosts” by Josh Alex Baker (on Twitter @joshalexbaker)

we are still setting places at the table for ghosts
renting out our hearts as homes
to souls that have long outgrown them

cooking favorite meals and playing favorite songs
in hopes that either one will serve as directions home

even got the porch lights on at the brightest of day,
because how is there any way that you didn’t choose to stay?

It doesn’t make sense
that you could spend
the cost of a heart but depart
before returning one

leaving a love undone
that seemed it couldn’t succumb
to the likes of an end

yes,
porch lights on at the brightest of day,
because there is no way you can be anything
more than lost

we are still sending letters to old addresses
taking empty words, putting them into emptier envelopes
that hold enough space
for all the words we didn’t say
all the chances we didn’t take
all the ways that we would break
with no doubt we were the only ones who could fix us

we have come to remember the words ‘return to sender’
digesting those words like songs we’ve heard a million times,
but it wouldn’t feel right to turn it down

we are saving space for hearts
that in no way crave it

reserving land when there are capable hands to cultivate it

we’ve crafted so many cemeteries,
where gardens could be

and can’t even tell the difference

 

 

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Debt Crisis, Poetry by Kasole Nyembo

On an island far away
Was the city of coconut bay.
Coconut was all that was produced,
All that the townspeople used.

Genre: Economics/Society

Debt Crisis
by Kasole Nyembo

Twitter: @rogueconomics

(As long as some make much more than they use, bad loans will be written and periodic debt crisis will occur)

On an island far away
Was the city of coconut bay.
Coconut was all that was produced,
All that the townspeople used.

They build with coconut bricks,
Drank coconut milk,
Wore coconut hats,
And played with coconut bats.

But nobody lent a hand,
For they each had their own land.

There lived a smart girl named Sue,
Who built a machine with coconut glue.
Others could only catch two nuts per day.
She caught twelve with time to play.

Sue produced more than she consumed
And put the rest in her storeroom.
Next to her small hut,
There soon were mountains of nuts.

She had so many to spare,
That it almost seemed unfair.
When a nut fell on her snout
Sue decided to lend them out.

If they vowed to give one back the next day,
Sue lent one out right away.
But when it was time to pay,
You could always hear them say:

“We produce too few,
To eat and pay you back too!”
But Sue to protect her snout,
Continued to lend nuts out.

Since she produced more than she consumed
And it was full in her storeroom

 

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North of Tombstone, 3 A.M, Poetry by Doug Stanfield

Shadows and silhouettes made by the waning moon
Slide past and disappear in the direction of California’a promise.
Off to the south somewhere over the sand and arroyos and cacti
Is Old Mexico. A few miles, no more.
A small town slips into view through the train window:
Safeway. Ace Hardware. A Benson Fuel station glares at a Shell station on the other corner.

Genre: Philosophy

North of Tombstone, 3 A.M by Doug Stanfield

http://hemmingplay.com

Shadows and silhouettes made by the waning moon
Slide past and disappear in the direction of California’a promise.
Off to the south somewhere over the sand and arroyos and cacti
Is Old Mexico. A few miles, no more.
A small town slips into view through the train window:
Safeway. Ace Hardware. A Benson Fuel station glares at a Shell station on the other corner.
Ten-thousand tons glide to a stop so softly it would not wake a baby with colic.

An old woman with a bonnet lifts a bag over the curb,
Joining our travels. Her husband watches that she
Gets on board, hands shoved in jeans pockets, then turns back to the pickup for the long
Drive home in the dark, another desert sunrise a few miles down the dusty road.

Rolling again, now. Eastward toward a corner of New Mexico, then El Paso and Texas.

The car rocks softly, the miles drift by, the engine far ahead
The horn blast at crossings barely heard and I feel myself drifting off to sleep again.

I wonder about the kind of man who would come here
In the early times, on horseback, or on foot
Across this dry emptiness that only wanted to suck the water from them?

Was it silver? Land? Water?
Or simply that those men had managed to run
All other choice away somehow,
And this dry place, full of ghosts and questions,
Was the last that would take them…
All human bonds snapped, rejected,
Starting over where no one could know your shame.

Indifferent it was to anything
But the water in them.

 

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Going the distance ~, Poetry, by Demarcus Parks

Going the distance ~, by Demarcus Parks

Genre: Relationship, Life, Humanity

Going the distance ~, by Demarcus Parks

This path , I traveled, With every breath that I have taken,
I walked , with every ounce of my strength , With the weight of those I loved on my shoulders ,
I have sacrificed for those who haven’t given , and gave , to those who have taken,
A breath of fresh air,  as I am Going the distance.

In the face of Adversity , looking straight into the eyes of pain itself, I fold in defeat ,
unfold barely weak , To the light of a new day,
As my eyes shut , for a peaceful rest , I leave behind no regrets , We are we , and we are love ,
As he who was , will forever be , Going the distance.

 

 

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Things Left Unsaid, Poetry by Kaushik Roy

You know I’ve crossed mountains just to be right by your side.
Walked a hundred miles just to see your lovely smile
Baby, you may walk away
But honey, I’ll follow you to the ends of the world

Genre: Relationships; Love.

Things Left Unsaid by Kaushik Roy

You know I’ve crossed mountains just to be right by your side.
Walked a hundred miles just to see your lovely smile
Baby, you may walk away
But honey, I’ll follow you to the ends of the world

I want to kiss away the demons that haunt your dreams
I want to purify your silent empty thoughts
I want to let the world know
You’re more than what they see
You’re the glowing fields at night
Under a starry sky

God knows, he knows I love you so
Your eyes, they electrify my life
And your smile it makes me come alive
Hold me, save my wandering soul
Teach me, what it means to have the one

I want to recognise the beauty that’s in your heart
You are the flowing stream from my temple of thought

 

 

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Watch the May 2016 Poetry Readings

Watch the poetry readings from May 2016.

Watch the poetry readings from May 2016.

Wonder Woman – Poetry Reading by Angela Cohan

Disgrace – Poetry Reading by Jasmine Fredericks. Performed by Becky Shrimpton

My First Love Letter – Poetry by Madathil Rajendran Nair. Read by Dan Cristofori

Journey from Hell to Eden – Poetry by Colin Guest. Read by Dan Cristofori

Bullied, Poetry Reading by Angela Cohan. Performed by Dan Cristofori

 

 

Saying Goodbye to the Island, Poetry by Kim M. Russell

Genre: Society, Life

 

Saying Goodbye to the Island 

© Kim M. Russell, 2016 

 

The sea rises

Eating away the coast

Until the village

Becomes an island ghost

Deserted

Derelict

Dangerous

Haunted by gulls

And scavengers

A watery soundscape

Of bubbles and splashes

Rumbles and crashes

Accompanies the tidal creep

While the last traces of habitation

Await the final slip into the salty deep

 

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Surrounded by Love, Poetry by Sancti-Fly Mama

Genre is Poetry Prayer/Surrounded by Love- Sancti-Fly Mama

 
Surrounded by Love by Sancti-Fly Mama

LAWS OF KINDNESS ARE ALL BEHIND THIS…BEFORE THE EVIL MATCH LIT ITS
NUGATORY FIRE, HE ALREADY CAST AWAY EVIL DESIRES OF WICKEDNESS AS
YOUR NUMBER ONE DISMISSED HIT; BOILING OVER IN YOUR BLOODLINE; STUCK
IN A THICK BATTERED CRUST OF YUMMY LOVE NUGGETS TO KILL DARKNESS
TRYING TO REFILL ITSELF INTO THE BREW OF YOUR MORNING BLISS, AS GOD
KISSES YOU UP. HIS LOVE NEVER FAILED YOU…YOU’RE SURROUNDED BY HIS
TRUTH; SMOTHERED IN HIS COVERS! HIS UNCONDITIONAL LOVE IS ON THE SIDE
AS YOUR SPIRITUAL GUIDE TO FLOW IN…PLENTY-MANY EPISODES LEFT
UNTOLD BY YOU WHEN YOU WERE DROWNING IN A FOISON OF UNTRUTHS, LIKE
A FOOL; HIS LOVE DID NOT HESITATE TO MAKE A WAY OF ESCAPE FOR YOU.

 
A DIVINE DELIGHT OF HIS REIGN KEEPING YOU SANE DESPITE ALL THE THINGS
YOU’VE BEEN THROUGH… CONFESSIONS OF INTERNATIONAL BLESSINGS OF NO
SHAME; WHY BOTHER WITH HEART TROUBLE AND HEART PROBLEMS…KISS
AND LICK YOUR FAITH WITH HIS LOVING GRACE TO RUN THE RACE PRESET FOR
YOU TO TRIUMPH, IN; ATTACKED IN THE BEST SIDE-TRACK OF THE EFFECTUAL
PRAYERS OF INTERCESSORS WHO PRAY NIGHT AND DAY FOR YOUR
SAFETY…TEACHING YOU HOW TO ALWAYS WIN; PUSHING YOU IN THE
KNOWLEDGE TO TURN ENEMIES INTO FRIENDS…KNOCKED UP IN LOVE!
INFECTED DAILY IN A PRAYER COMA, INSTIGATED BY YOUR HUSBAND/YOUR
WIFE TO KEEP YOU IN A SECURE COVENANT ENGRAVED AND PRESERVED IN THE
PROVENANCE OF A SANCTI-FLY LIFE.

 
HEAVEN AND EARTH SHALL PASS AWAY. YOU’RE WALKING IN TRUTH! NO MORE
CHAINS; A DIVINE DECREE OF BELIEF TO WALK IN THE WAY OF NO DEFEAT. YOU
HUFF AND PUFF ADDICTED TO BEING TOUGH; ACTING LIKE YOU’RE SO
HARD…AS YOUR GRANDPARENT’S LOVE AND PRAYERS CRIED OUT TO THE ONE
AND ONLY TRUE LIVING GOD, ON YOUR BEHALF; YOU MADE IT ON
THROUGH…DIDN’T YOU! YOU’RE SURROUNDED BY LOVE IN YOUR FACE AND
BEHIND YOUR BACK!

 
MAY YOU BE RUN OVER WITH FORGIVENESS AND TOLERANCE; DROWNING IN
COMPASSION AND RESPECT; KEEPING YOU AT RISK TO BE SURROUNDED BY
LOVE! YOU ARE SURROUNDED BY A LOVE THAT TOUCHES YOU AT ALL
TIMES…HE WILL NOT TAKE HIS HANDS OFF YOU. HIS LOVE-STAINS ARE ALL
AROUND; DRIPPING ON YOUR HEART RIGHT FROM THE VERY START; OILING
YOUR JOINTS TO POINT YOU TO HIS LOVE!

 

 

 

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Michael, Poetry by Darlene Laboy

I like to watch
This one kid in class
His grandmother’s black
His grandfather’s white
And I love to see his skin.
His past.

Genre: Friendship. Biracial. Love.

Michael by Darlene Laboy

I like to watch
This one kid in class
His grandmother’s black
His grandfather’s white
And I love to see his skin.
His past.
Fighting for dominance
On the edges.
Like three hundred years
Was not enough.
Like billions of lives
And years of racism
Doesn’t affect
The universe of his skin follicles
I see the fight in his skin
Clearer than I see all the dark faces
Behind all the gray cells
I want to beg his pigmentation:
Don’t give up
We’ve won this war once.
I don’t think he knows
His importance.
I’m hoping this will find him.
He gives my sunembraced
skin
Hope.
His skinDancing
birds under the summer sun
Makes me feel
Accomplished
Milk chocolate
In bleached sugar
Never have I
Seen something so savory.
To have this constant war
Under your clothes
Constant explosions
Over your heart
Must be binding.
This war,
Centuries old,
And yet still being fought.
How do you feel
When you wake up to
Gun smoke
Under the brims
Of your eyes?
Have you ever noticed
All of the fallen soldiers
Dotted across your face?
I hope he remembers
The sweetness
Of the bleached sugar
Instead of holding on
To the bitterness
Of the milk chocolate
Your follicles no longer fight
To destroy
They fight
To fuse…
Your skin fights for this world,
Don’t let it down
By picking sides.

 

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